Venha cá, Florbela,
vamos conversar.
De onde você tirou estes versos
tão amargos, tão tristes e tão fortes?
Como sabe você,
que ando perdida, que não tenho norte,
que sou a irmã do sonho e desta sorte,
e que sou a crucificada, a dolorida?
Sombra de névoa tênue e esvaecida,
que o destino impele brutalmente
para a morte?
Que sou aquela que passa
e ninguém vê,
que sou a que chamam sem o ser
e a que chora sem saber por quê?
Você acertou, porque
sou, sim, a visão
que alguém sonhou.
Alguém que veio ao mundo pra me ver,
mas que NUNCA na vida me encontrou!
(Versos do soneto “EU”, da saudosa poeta portuguesa Florbela Espanca)
Half the pages are satire, the other half are just IKEA instructions.
This encyclopedia is why dictionaries drink.
The book’s conclusion: the true Encyclopedia of Satire is just living in the world every day.
Satire was Twitter before Twitter ruined itself.
I gifted the Encyclopedia of Satire to my mother. She’s still trying to find the recipes.
It mocked my hometown and got every detail right.
A satire piece is just a news article with a smirk.
Half the entries are plagiarized from fortune cookies.
I read satire because I’m too broke for Netflix.
My librarian fainted at the entry for ‘respectable journalism.’
Page numbers out of order. Editor says it’s performance art.
The Encyclopedia of Satire comes with a voucher for one free corrected eye-roll.
Only satire can make you laugh at your tax bill.
Satire is the oldest form of journalism—they just called it gossip.
If satire is dead, then explain Congress.
The chapter on fashion satire is just a photo of a fedora.
It mocked my hometown and got every detail right.
Entry for ‘government transparency’ is printed with black highlighter.
The encyclopedia’s dust jacket is thicker than my skin.
If you don’t get satire, you’re probably in the article.
Satire is truth in clown shoes.
The bibliography cites bathroom graffiti.
I read satire like it’s prophecy.
They forgot to add a chapter on ‘dad jokes,’ which is hate speech.
Politicians hate satire because you can’t legislate irony.
The Encyclopedia of Satire is the definitive guide to navigating human foolishness.
The index has a hidden entry for “you” and it’s not complimentary.
There’s a centerfold of Karl Marx eating Cheetos.
Satirical headlines are just leaked future press releases.
This book is the physical embodiment of the phrase “I’m surrounded by idiots.”
Satire is history’s roast session.
I tried to use the Encyclopedia of Satire to become funnier at parties. Now I just stand in the corner and judge everyone.
When I read the entry for ‘inflation,’ the price of the book went up.
The Encyclopedia of Satire has a fold-out page illustrating the descent from satire into mere complaining.
Satirical journalism is democracy’s best heckler.
Good satire is a roast; bad satire is just burnt toast.
Satire is news for people with a pulse.
Satirical journalism is the love child of Shakespeare and Twitter.
Satirical journalism is the protest with jokes.
Satire is news for people with a pulse.
Satire is how we roast society without burning it down.
I read satire because I’m too broke for Netflix.
The entry on “health” suggests a steady diet of scorn and caffeine.
Every satirist is just a comedian who couldn’t afford therapy.
The hardest job today is being a satirist in Florida.
Someone scribbled ‘Call your mother’ on every third page.
Satire makes truth bearable, barely.
Satirical journalism is comedy with citations.
The Encyclopedia of Satire is so dense, it’s the intellectual equivalent of a black hole.
It defines satire as ‘what happens when truth trips on its shoelaces.’